Mr. Ainh, Willy said with a sigh, turning at last to her guide. It all sounds very fascinating, this tour youve planned. But have you looked into my other business?
Ainh blinked. Though his frame was chopstick thin, he had a cherubic face made owlish by his thick glasses. Miss Maitland, he said in a hurt voice, I have arranged a private car! And many wonderful meals.
Yes, I appreciate that, but
You are unhappy with your itinerary?
To be perfectly honest, I dont really care about a tour. I want to find out about my father.
But you have paid for a tour! We must provide one.
I paid for the tour to get a visa. Now that Im here, I need to talk to the right people. You can arrange that for me, cant you?
Ainh shifted nervously. This is aa complication. I do not know if I canthat is, it is not what I He drifted into helpless silence.
Some months ago, I wrote to your foreign ministry about my father. They never wrote back. If you could arrange an appointment
How many months ago did you write?
Six, at least.
You are impatient. You cannot expect instant results.
She sighed. Obviously not.
Besides, you wrote the Foreign Ministry. I have nothing to do with them. I am with the Ministry of Tourism.
And you folks dont communicate with each other, is that it?
They are in a different building.
Then maybeif its not too much troubleyou could take me to their building?
He looked at her bleakly. But then who will take the tour?
Mr. Ainh, she said with gritted teeth, cancel the tour.
Ainh looked like a man with a terrible headache. Willy almost felt sorry for him as she watched him retreat across the rooftop garden. She could imagine the bureaucratic quicksand he would have to wade through to honor her request. Shed already seen how the system operatedor, rather, how it didnt operate. That afternoon, at Ton Son Nhut Airport, it had taken three hours in the suffocating heat just to run the gauntlet of immigration officials.
A breeze swept the terrace, the first shed felt all afternoon. Though shed showered only an hour ago, her clothes were already soaked with sweat. Sinking into a chair, she gazed off at the skyline of Saigon, now painted a dusty gold in the sunset. Once, this must have been a glorious town of tree-lined boulevards and outdoor cafés where one could while away the afternoons sipping coffee.
But after its fall to the North, Saigon slid from the dizzy impudence of wealth to the resignation of poverty. The signs of decay were everywhere, from the chipped paint on the old French colonials to the skeletons of buildings left permanently unfinished. Even the Rex Hotel, luxurious by local standards, seemed to be fraying at the edges. The terrace stones were cracked. In the fish pond, three listless carp drifted like dead leaves. The rooftop swimming pool had bloomed an unhealthy shade of green. A lone Russian tourist sat on the side and dangled his legs in the murky water, as though weighing the risks of a swim.
It occurred to Willy that her immediate situation was every bit as murky as that water. The Vietnamese obviously believed in a proper channel for everything, and without Ainhs help, there was no way she could navigate any channel, proper or otherwise.
What then? she thought wearily. I cant do this alone. I need help. I need a guide. I need
Now theres a lady who looks down on her luck, said a voice.
She looked up to see Guy Barnards tanned face framed against the sunset. Her instant delight at seeing someone familiareven himonly confirmed the utter depths of despair to which shed sunk.
He flashed her a smile that could have charmed the habit off a nun. Welcome to Saigon, capital of fallen dreams. Hows it goin, kid?
She sighed. You need to ask?
Nope. Ive been through it before, running around like a headless chicken, scrounging up seals of approval for every piddly scrap of paper. This country has got bureaucracy down to an art.
I could live without the pep talk, thank you.
Can I buy you a beer?
She studied that smile of his, wondering what lay behind it. Suspecting the worst.
Seeing her weaken, he called for two beers, then dropped into a chair and regarded her with rumpled cheerfulness.
I thought you werent due in Saigon till Wednesday, she said.
Change of plans.
Pretty sudden, wasnt it?
Flexibility happens to be one of my virtues. He added, ruefully, Maybe my only virtue.
The bartender brought over two frosty Heinekens. Guy waited until the man left before he spoke again.
They brought in some new remains from Dak To, he said.
MIAs?
Thats what I have to find out. I knew Id need a few extra days to examine the bones. Besides he took a gulp of beer I was getting bored in Bangkok.
Sure.
No, I mean it. I was ready for a change of scenery.
You left the fleshpot of the East to come here and check out a few dead soldiers?
Believe it or not, I take my job seriously. He set the bottle down on the table. Anyway, since I happen to be in town, maybe I could help you out. Since you probably need it.
Something about the way he looked at her, head cocked, teeth agleam in utter self-assurance, irritated her. Im doing okay, she said.